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[22 Aug 2011|08:55pm] |
i, by all means can't live here any more...
every single human being around me seems to be disappointed in me, while simultaneously not actually giving a shit about me.
i virtually can please no one.
i'd probably do better living in the streets... if only i had the ambition. if only i had the skill.
i might actually be able to do something about all of this, if i got some sleep...
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[29 Jul 2011|11:38pm] |
The eldest princess was followed out of the bedroom by Prince Vasily. He staggered as far as the divan on which Pierre was sitting and fell onto it, covering his eyes with his hand. Pierre noticed he was pale and his lower jaw was jerking and shuddering feverishly. "Ah my friend," he said, taking Pierre by the elbow, and there was a sincerity and infirmity in his voice that Pierre had never noticed before. "We sin so much, we deceive so much, and all for what? I am, over fifty... my friend... for me everything will end in death, everything. Death is terrible." He burst into tears.
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[29 Jul 2011|08:39pm] |
Silence is argument carried out by other means.
some of my closest friendships are going down the tube.
other friends are moving away, moving on...
and i'm just staying here... in the midst of nothing.
at the moment i can't say anything. it's just impossible because whatever i say is going to be irrational. selfish. and not true.
i like movies, books, music, poetry, and art because these things keep me company. they give me an imagination which by all means by best friend. they never judge me, they never hurt me. i can only hope i never let them down.
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[29 Jul 2011|05:48pm] |
I have called you children, I have called you son What is there to answer if I'm the only one? Morning comes in Paradise, morning comes in light Still I must obey, still I must invite If there's anything to say, if there's anything to do If there's any other way, I'll do anything for you
I was dressed embarrassment I was dressed in wine If you had a part of me, will you take your time? Even if I come back, even if I die Is there some idea to replace my life? Like a father to impress Like a mother's mourning dress If you ever make a mess, I'll do anything for you
I have called you preacher, I have called you son If you have a father or if you haven't one I'll do anything for you, I'll do anything for you I'll do anything for you, I'll do anything for you I did everything for you, I did everything for you I did everything for you, I did everything for you I did everything for you, I did everything for you I did everything for you, I did everything for you
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[05 May 2011|01:17am] |

When Spring returns Perhaps I will no longer be in the world. Today I wish I could think of Spring as a person So that I could imagine her crying for me When she sees that she's lost her only friend. But Spring isn't even a thing: It's a manner of speaking. Not even the flowers or green leaves return. They are new flowers, new green leaves. They are new balmy days. Nothing returns, nothing repeats, because everything is real.
Fernando Pessoa, 1915
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[30 Apr 2011|04:27pm] |
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I AM SO HUNGRY! WHY AM I ALWAYS SO HUNGRY!?
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| god bless our dead marines |
[30 Mar 2011|03:35am] |
Lost a friend to cocaine Couple friends to smack Troubled hearts map deserts And they rarely do come back Lost a friend to oceans Lost a friend to hills Lost a friend to suicide Lost a friend to pills Lost a friend to monsters Lost a friend to shame Lost a friend to marriage Lost a friend to blame Lost a friend to worry and Lost a friend to wealth Lost a friend to stubborn pride And then i lost myself
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[23 Mar 2011|02:56am] |

"It is worth remembering, that it is much more disheartening to have to steal than to be stolen from."
still the greatest movie ever.
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[12 Mar 2011|02:55am] |
a little over a year ago...
coffee in general taste like shit. I will never like it. espresso all the way... I wish I had an espresso machine.
boy have i changed.

<3 Chaplin
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[22 Feb 2011|03:00am] |
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godspeed on friday was more intense and epic than word can describe. however some songs did drag on a bit, the crowd had its issues (too many drunk idiots). it lasted til 12:45! started around 10:15ish with the music slowly creeping in, as the band had been on strange fucking around it was hard to tell if they were playing or not. and in fact, they played most of what anyone would want them to ALL of Slow Riot and LOTS of Skinny Fists. so yeah. pretty great, i do feel i may have enjoyed the show had i been several years younger... but who knows really. now i can't stop looking up their bootlegs! i need more!
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[07 Feb 2011|12:51am] |
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it's funny how you experience so much in a 24 hour period when you have barely left the house. today felt endless, and it's not over yet...
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| Scheiße |
[27 Jan 2011|01:13am] |
last one for awhile, i promise.
i rreeaallllyy like this model, and yeah those are his real tattoos. i thought that was all just make up.
Rick Genest is his name. He is from Montreal.
( photos of him )
all my three recent posts are Canada related. go figure.
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| BUZZ |
[26 Jan 2011|11:12pm] |
i feel like expressing my self through these random videos i find on vimeo.com
this one is awesome.
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[21 Jan 2011|06:19pm] |
i fucking hate advertisements on livejournal. ugh. it gets old.
i have been inside, and on the computer too long.
time to try and leave.
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[10 Jan 2011|06:27pm] |
Severance, The birds of leaving call to us, Yet here we stand Endowed with the fear of flight. Overland The winds of change consume the land, While we remain In the shadow of summers now past. When all the leaves Have fallen and turned to dust, Will we remain Entrenched within our ways. Indifference, The plague that moves throughout this land Omen signs In the shapes of things to come.
Tomorrow's child is the only child.
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